Distantly, the rapturous sounds of the birds perched on the tree tops could be heard. The authentic tuneful music made by these early morning birds was at its mellifluous best which no orchestra of any musician could create.
A cool breeze wafted through the air making the trees sway gently, as if dancing rhythmically to the tune of these early morning birds.
Slowly and slowly the eastern side of the sky was turning brighter, as the blue sky now giving way to the pinkish hue.
As the sun rose, the eventful music of the birds that pervaded the atmosphere until now rose to a crescendo and came to an abrupt end.
A perfect climax for a perfect story line.
